All The Power. Women Have All the Power.

 Elisabetta Gregoraci photo credit.

I know she was testing me, because no other explanation works.


The casually over-opened blouse, the lingering lean-over, these are the weapons of war. It's not a conventional war - in the parlance, this is an asymmetric battle.

Winning and losing are fuzzily defined. For instance, do I win or lose by giving into temptation, allowing my gaze to drop below her neck?  The upside is that I see some bra, definitely, and some portion of breast.
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If I steel myself and exhibit self-restraint by not checking her out, does she notice and figure that she needs more firepower next time? Or is she disgusted by failure to compliment her with a gaze at her goodies? 

Either way, I am outgunned and suffer from hopeless intelligence.


Bottoms Up, Wandering Eyes.

Sexual Non-Sequiteurs

A mental block.

This business of what to say during sex is becoming a hurdle. A second-hand Hollywood/porn soundtrack fills my head, so I'm no longer sure I can mouth or grunt expressions of...whatever it is we're supposed to emit during the bonk.

This is the difficulty with an analytical viewpoint - it's not sexy.

When one should be breathlessly imploring:

Oh, My GOD, your pussy is just so VELVETY and tight and you're so HOT and SEXY...

etc...

...the calm, detached person's instinct for talking is:

Huh. This feels really good. I wonder how evolution got to the point where a penis snugging into a vagina not only allows for DNA mixing, yet creates emotional satisfaction....

...etc.

You see the problem?

Thinking of dialogue to please the other person doesn't help, because there's no way of knowing (initially, at least) whether she likes:

Oh, yeah, you DIRTY bitch, I know you like it like THIS...

...etc.

Or if she's into:

Darling, let me introduce you to my best friend, Mr Sausage, and how happy you can make him with some light kissing....


etc.




Bottoms Up, You Slutty Bitch You.